Vihaan Oberoi Novels & Stories

It was her turn to introduce herself, all the while, she could feel his gaze on her, she sat on her seat and didn’t bother to look up, she frowned when she heard his deep voice. “I think I don’t need to introduce myself”, he bit his inner lips to stop his laugh, he wanted to laugh aloud, when he saw her frowning, she was too cute to handle; he took his seat and started the topic. Arrogant that was she thought. She asked her friend, Nia, his name only to receive are you serious look from her, she gave her yes look, Nia sighed her told her his name “Shivay Sing Oberoi”, Who came her instant reply, which shocked Nia to the core.

Bajaj Oberoi. Mrs. Veer Raj Singh Oberoi, it would be my name 7 days later. I was getting married to a person that I didn't love. Because that fucking scared me, or to a man who wasn't going to love at all. The later thought had my heart dropping in my rib cage.

Truly someone who has no ethics. Eliana Eliana shook her head. When recruiting first, how exactly? It seems impossible without an ethics test. Why is Miranda so unethical. Actually, who used to recruit Miranda and Atefan? The two of them looked very disrespectful and very insolent. “Zahra, call Vishnu. I have a job for him. " Zahra nodded then picked up the phone to call Vishnu. He is an employee of the HRD department, so he knows who is the shield from the two of them. This problem must be resolved immediately. He didn't want this problem to drag on.

Listening to Viren, a big smile come on Vian's face but Jhanvi looked shocked and stressful. “O o , Bro ( Brother ) and Bhabi ( sister in law) are going to honeymoon”: Nishant said teasing them. Vian stopped him but she was not listening to him, so they start argument while Jhanvi was in her own world. She come out of her trance hearing her mother in law voice:” Jhanvi , are you okay?”. Jhanvi looked at her and nodded her head.

She was genuinely happy. " Sandhya di, who are these people? Where is Shubh bhaiya? " A few children asked. " Well kids, Shubh bhaiya was out of Delhi. So I came with my friends. She is Maurvi di and he is Gautam bhaiya. He is a doctor. And he is... Vikram Ji, he is also a doctor. " She smiled at me. Maurvi and Gautam also smiled and then said hello to the kids.

Mumbai in all its realities was much more pleasant than Boston or even New York. Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi, the name of the girl. Despite her modest make-up like a typical Indian girl, and sitting in an economy chair, she is the daughter of Narendra Prasadh, Mumbai's number 8 richest businessman, and was on the top ten list across India, according to Forbes. You could certainly imagine among India's 1.3 billion population, her father was in the top ten. But none of the passengers on the plane knew that she was the daughter of a tycoon.

arohi asked in between the talk as she was very well recognized this name " Ronn, it's the nickname of ranvijay sahay, the sole owner of sahay group of industries. I was shocked too as if you are living in Mumbai you know this name very well. But I have to meet him as you cannot refuse his order. I mean if you love your life. In the meeting g, he told me to befriend you but trust me arohi I refused him on his face as I know you will never want to befriend me I mean a weak person like me but he offered me this showroom and you know how much I was struggling for this. So I couldn't refuse this offer and you know the rest of the story.

The moment she heard it, Sia’s smile widened even more. (His name is Adhik Oberoi. As you all already know, he is a businessman… but he also has connections with the mafia. He is also a close friend of Aryan Rathore and Arya Rathore.) Sia ran straight into Adhik’s arms and hugged him tightly. “I missed you so much…” As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks. 🥺🥺 Adhik gently stroked her head and said softly, “Don’t cry… did someone hurt you again?”

🩷 🍒 . The room stilled as the heavy voice echoed across the hall, halting the laughter and chatter. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a tall man stood with a casual confidence that commanded attention. His sharp jawline, athletic frame, and effortless charm made heads turn, and the glint of a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He was none other than Abhishek Singh Rathore— Avyaan’s younger brother, the pride of Indian cricket.

Every student he passed instinctively moved out of his way, terrified by the fury radiating off him. He was Xyrius Dale f*cking Smith—a multi-billionaire, from the most influential and powerful clan in all of Asia. The grandson of Guillier Morreti Black, one of the most feared mafia leaders in the continent. He got what he wanted. No one said no to him. "Babe!" "Xyrius!" He didn't bother turning around when someone called him. He just rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for flirting. "Babe!" Emma shouted angrily, grabbing his arm.